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London Fashion Week entered its sixth day on 25 September.

Outside a department store in London City, McMullen ignored the crowded noise of reporters on both sides of the red carpet, looked at the watch in a bit of a hurry and looked down the road again.

Finally, a black Rolls-Royce phantom slowly parked in front of the red carpet, and the bodyguard quickly stepped out of the car and opened the door, wearing a blue-white interphase crew neck sweater, a white shirt collar that stood out, and Andy Stepped out in English style.

McMullen saw the big boss coming and rushed forward, but as he approached him, he couldn't help but pull the corner of his mouth, because the bodyguards next to the big boss seemed to have locked him up and stared at him dead.

Andy with his sunglasses looked at the scene and couldn't help but wrinkle his eyebrows and whisper something. McMullen of Footsteps Commission recovered from the bodyguards' momentum and hurried forward and said: "Good day, boss. ”

“Well, the fashion show moves into the mall, it's a real pain in the ass!” Andy lit up McMullen's head and stepped onto the red carpet, ignoring whether the reporters on either side could recognize him, walked to the mall without a scratch, and McMullen quickly followed, falling behind.

“Has Lulana been in two fashion weeks in a row? Going to Milan Fashion Week the day after tomorrow. Can her body hold up?” Andy heard reporters shouting his name on both sides, not standing there to take pictures, but still walking around the red carpet, slightly turning his head and asking.

“No problem, this time I personally led the team with nutritionists and doctors who paid close attention to their physical health. ”

Andy was slightly stunned and looked into McMullen's eyes and said, "Listen to what you're saying. Is there a lot of models here besides Luana and Vlada? ”

“Cough...” McMullen's depressing bitter cough hurriedly explained: “At present, 15 models under the company have signed up for the four Fashion Weeks show. Although only Lulana is now a supermodel, this Paris and London Fashion Week is a huge highlight of Vlada and has been praised by many European designers, and after the Fashion Week, Vlada will become another supermodel for the company. ”

“Oh. That's good. Looks like you're doing well.” Andy nodded satisfactorily, he didn't pay much attention to the fairy model brokerage company, he bought it for the convenience of shooting advertisements in the future, along with helping himself to round up a few reservoirs to try something fresh, but there wasn't much thought of making money from it.

If Lulana hadn't called him this time, he wouldn't really have watched any more fashion shows. To him, watching shows was just watching models, but what the European fashion industry likes is morbid bone lean, and Janima has nothing to watch.

Yesterday, after Lima finished London Fashion Week work, the horse flew off to Milan, preparing for the opening show of Gucci Milan Fashion Week. The club was over. The acquisition of the newspaper had just begun, and he wanted to fly away from London for a while, but his little QING wanted him to attend a big show she attended, which Andy naturally couldn't refuse.

“Is Vlada in on this show? ”

“Yes, boss.” When McMullen spoke, his eyes glistened and he walked one step closer to Andy, whispering, "Vlada is the boss of your faithful book fan, more than once hoping I could show her to you, you see... ”

Andy walked into the mall, took off his sunglasses, weighed down the elegant and vintage theme show decorations, heard the dog leg, couldn't help but glance at him, naturally knowing what his mind was on this dog leg, said faintly: “Talk about it later. ”

Andy's arrival attracted a lot of attention, and Jasper Conland, the master of the show, also appeared and Andy chilled and sent him to the best spot in the VIP table in the front row.

When the long incandescent lamp suddenly brightens, the neon colour of the suspended beam in front of you can't help but burst into chaos and dare not look directly. In Andy's view, the show must have enough curiosity and the necessary patience, but after a few days, Andy was busy watching two shows with Lima, watching one of her big shows, and received a huge amount of invitations, which really didn't interest him.

Andy's braided girl, as a supermodel, is naturally the opening model, the first to come out, the freshness, the charming green eyes and the exciting beauty, naturally the focus of the whole scene.

But while Lulana saw the man she was thinking of looking at her with tenderness, she wasn't distracted, she was always indifferent and cool and focused on taking cat steps on stage T.

Andy also finally met Vlada Rosakova, a doll face with a super innocent, cute look and silhouette, a beautiful pair of eyes, both in appearance and in temperament, which he loved very much, but he was also a little disappointed to see that she was about a meter and eight tall, that super skinny figure, and she couldn't help but frown, although her bone charm was currently very thirsty in the Fashion circle.

If this rolls up the sheets, shush, Andy doesn't dare imagine if she gets totally fucked up, but a pair of tui is really slim and long.

At the end of the show, Andy didn't stop much, after all, Lulana needed to remove her makeup and change clothes in the background, which took a while.

And when McMullen saw Lulana rushing out of the backstage dressed up, he explained that, although Lulana was disappointed, he soon returned to his hotel with Vlada.

“Pfft... ”

“Ladies and gentlemen, the good news is that in an hour, Mr. Smith, our great owner of Fairies, will be inviting you all to perform... ”

More than a dozen young and beautiful girls in a room immediately screamed with a nest-like cheer, but they all knew who their big boss was. Although most of the girls were not complicated, they were looking forward to this opportunity to get in close contact with Andy Smith.

Before McMullen finished, a bunch of pretty girls shouted around and went back to their rooms to get dressed.

McMullen's blues on his forehead jumped and he turned a white eye, walked out of the room, knocked on the door next door, and the door opened quickly, "Where's Lulana? ”

“Just out of the shower, in makeup. ”

McMullen nodded, stepped in, the hotel's living room looked a little messy, with lots of snack bags and some fruit on the table, a dress on the back of the sofa and a pair of black si socks with socks hanging low, shaking his head impatiently.

Lulana, who was only wearing a white bath towel, was sitting in front of a dressing mirror wearing her own makeup and did not pause slightly due to the arrival of McMullen.

“How did he suddenly decide to invite everyone? ”

McMullen heard Luana complain a little bit and smiled, saying, “I know what the big boss thought. If I hadn't told him today, you and Vlada would be the only ones in the boss's mind who would have impressed Fairy, hey, my briefing would have been done for nothing. ”

Lulana's eyes in the mirror couldn't help but gaze slightly. She still cared a little about Vlada, who was a big fan during this time, but when she thought of Andy, she could only smile with a bitter heart. She knew that she was just a captive canary for him.

“Thank you, Lulana.” McMullen's tone of gratitude carries a hint of gratitude.

Lulana naturally knew what he meant. She was nothing more than her own phone call, which allowed Andy to appear in her show and get more attention from Fairy House. As Andy's career grew, so did McMullen's ambitions. After all, the size of Fairy House is still too small today.

“I missed him too, and, Mike, I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't give me an enemy.” Lulana looked in the mirror at McMullen's awkward expression because of what she had said and said it with all her heart.

“How could it be!” McMullen's tone is resolute, but his expression is inevitably a little unnatural. He naturally knows what this girl means in front of him. It's just that he can make up his mind there, hey, the fashion ring is a big dye cylinder, and each one is not a fuel-saving light.

“Hope so... ”

A high-end French style was wrapped up, and a long, merged table was covered with clean white tablecloths, filled with fresh fruit, eight chairs on each side, on the main seat of the table, and Andy was slowly tasting it with a cup of coffee.

Tingling bell--

In a quiet and empty restaurant there was a whispering and cluttered footsteps, Andy put down his coffee cup and looked up, only to see a smiling McMullen and beautiful Lulana walking over quickly, behind him a group of beautiful girls who were looking at him with curiosity.

Andy had a charming smile on his face, stood up in the hallway by the dining table, smiled and smiled gently Lulana hugged the patch, “I'm pissed off, I'm worried I'll get tired of working too much. ”

“Thank you, boss, but we're used to it.” Even though Lulana's eyes were full of chun, she pressed her own thoughts and didn't show too intimacy, smiling back.

“That's good!” Andy patted her on the back without a shrug, looked at the group of beautiful girls in the back, really scented nose, the girls' eyes hot, curious, admirable, different, all looking good, full of youthful vitality, the body is naturally not to mention,

Andy also enjoyed a gorgeous introduction to McMullen, hugging the paste and leaving no one alone.

During the embrace, Andy also felt Vlada's wasting, but what surprised him was that Vlada, close to 180 centimeters, was barely 100 pounds, and even if she did, her upper circumference didn't shrink or turn directly into an airport, but rather was quite the size, at least the size of a B cup, which surprised Andy.